Anastasia Gleb Novels & Stories

Anastasia asked, walking into the room with a tablet in hand and a tight look on her face. “Let me guess, the trendy video of Noah and Sasha at some club?” “Gosh, she looks horrible, who dances like that anyway?” she hissed. I understood her distaste, but our anger was towards different people, “That isn’t my problem right now,” Anastasia raised her head, her brows furrowed in confusion, “What is going on?” “Does that man look like a person whose project has just been hijacked?” “You know people keep happy fronts, but we both know that he isn’t pleased with what has happened,” she said.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

I felt embarrassed as I stood in front of Anastasia who was staring at me with an annoyed face, I wonder if she really believed Ivan over me. Hours later, the moon was rising, casting long, skeletal shadows through the high windows of the Great Hall. I found Anastasia at the laboratory, working tirelessly on the samples before her. "Ana, please," I started, stepping into the light. "About earlier. I need you to listen to me. I wasn't just venting. Ivan is…" She didn't even look up. She just held up a hand, her voice flat and exhausted. "I’m not interested in whatever you have to say, Grey."

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a soft tone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out of her apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the serene atmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing it to glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While she worked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frame and soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick, a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbed

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 47-48 < I LOVE YOU > Annabella watched proudly as the cameraman kept on taking countless shots of Alex and Casey,they have different shoots today,as brand ambassadors of Glows wears,they've been missing alot because of their school,that's why they've been there for hours. The twins has changed numbers of times that Annabella was beginning to feel pity for them. "They must be tired already" She muttered,her eyes not leaving the twins

She must have said something extremely stupid to her, just to make an impression, so i dragged her by the hair, to where the lady stood, she also had a phone on her hands, while she captured every moment, the moment i go before her, i tossed ana back to the floor. “ i know she had told you enough lies but let me help you out because we are all victims of her lies, her name is Annastacia green, she's a miserable lady, a prostitute, who goes around, sleeping with men, she doesn't have any nice intention for anyone, and being in a place like this, she should be casted away”

My hybrid kept jumping inside my chest like a hungry demon, forcing me to inhale the scent that her skin gave off. The girl walked toward the desk with a feline parsimony. She stopped two meters away from me, rested a hand with long and well-groomed nails on the wood, and sketched a smile that poured perversion. “Killian... You... are my mate,” she said with an almost inaudible softness. “I am Anastasia. Anastasia Volkov. I have come all the way from the north of the Council just to find you.” That goddamn voice vibrated directly in my chest, trying to calm Fenris's fury, but my wolf replied internally with a warning growl.

As they turned to leave, Celeste suddenly asked in a loud tone of voice, "There's something I really wanna know about, Nathan. Are you connected to Anasta?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "You sure know what I am talking about, why the need to play such an act then?" Nathan smiled angrily and glared at Celeste, through gritted teeth he asked her, "What are you trying to do now?" Upon seeing him angry, she couldn't help but smile. Something about it made her happy and to think the dots were connecting... "Babe, who is Anasta?" The woman next to him questioned cluelessly. "She is nobody. I don't know who it is..."